I here the wisdom of your words,
forever striving to be heard.
Lost among a million voices,
lost among the many choices.
Feast or famine, rich or lowly,
bang the drum now, bang it slowly.
Let the earth hear what you say,
by dark of night, and light of day.

The race we are, just one-not many,
existing in this land of plenty,
waging wars, we never wanted,by their ghosts our race is haunted.
No true faith has brought them on,each god taught love, and sang it’s song.
The hate and greed that made men die-
a tellurian creed, our race’s lie.

Growing in the hearts of men,
thoughts of peace now move the pen.
Darkness now lies unrequited,
a vessel new-it’s been re-fitted.
In the shadows of the glow,
made by lamplight of the flow,
lie the things we left behind,
the lessons learned, by our great mind.

Like this:

The essence of divine at last, embracing future, present, past.
The words I put upon the page, from some enlightened, bygone age,
the story still remains the same, there is no gold, nor fortune… fame,
yet quantum peace and bliss is there, riches far beyond compare.

She travels on, yet never moves, her spark the fire that consumes,
illusions of my waking thoughts – still unaware that what I sought,
lies within… above…. below… in places where my shadows throw,
a darkness on that blazing light, that glows forever, in my night.

The blinking maze, of sight and sound, that keeps the spirit moribund,
in fleshy cages, where we pine, for inner feelings, so divine.
I travel on my wayward path, embracing love, forsaking wrath,
yet undefined, remains the spirit, though I may bask, in lamplight near it…

A timeless age still lies in wait, for men who never question fate.
Their brave hearts true, can pass each test, as they embark, upon the quest,
the ever laded, seeing eye, glimpses them as they pass by,
while mortal flesh, lies unaware, of visions that she chose to share.

Softly sings that ever song, the lonesome dance goes ever on.
The spirit lights the path now taken, lamplight glows as souls awaken.
Inherent thoughts now rise above, the rose still clenched in fisted glove.
Love and laughter light the road, that leads us to our new abode…

Many souls awaken there, trading what the spirit shared,
while they walked that lonely path, embracing love, forsaking wrath.
Lost they’re not, in lamplight gleaming, truth is what they found in dreaming,
of the things the spirit is, the breathless passion, timeless bliss.

Seek it not, and we will find, the things our bodies left behind,
upon the path of flesh and blood, the rising tide, the coming flood.
We are spirit, we are flesh, the sacred tools, we seek to mesh,
within each moments blazing time, that golden light that spirit shines.

Undefined… the spirit lifts, and from our soul it gently sifts,
the thoughts unkind, our vessels truth, with golden light that marked our youth.
Our mortal thoughts lie unaware – illusions of the flesh we bear.
When we are spirit, we are strong – we join the dance, and sing along.

Like this:

Was it you I saw dance, in the ether today?
Were you breathless and calm, and longing to stay?

There were colors that blossomed, across a dark sky,
as the veil departed, they blithely flew by,
bobbing and weaving, violet and green,
red tinged with yellow, so calm and serene.
Did it click, like a light, turning on in the dark?
So suddenly bare, like a tree without bark?
And did you go on dancing, though you knew all could see?
Did that matter to you?
Nor did it to me.

Are we not one inside, as we always have been?
From ourselves can we hide, or commit any sin?
The acceptance of love, that we know is divine,
while divinity glows, like a light that we shine,
can be nothing so sullied, or vanquished… belied,
though so many will doubt – they just haven’t tried…

Leaving all thoughts, and conceptions behind,
floating on breezes, of colors designed,
by some other hand, neither evil nor good,
simply believing, and knowing, they should.
Free as that lark, so immortal in verse,
free of the lie, and the truth, and the curse,
free of all judgment, all sorrow and shame,
free of all things, that we thought held such fame.

Was it I, that you danced with, in the ether today?
Was I breathless and calm, and longing to stay?
If it was, please don’t wake me, I’d rather just dream,
than awake in a world, that is not, what it seems…

Like this:

Blow with me, said the wind, my path is clear, and knows not sin.
Shine with me, said the sun, your journey has not yet begun.
Fall with me, said the rain, I know not fear, I know not pain.
Stand with me, said the trees, for from me comes the air you breath.
Float with me, said the ocean, my tides set greater things in motion.
Rise with me, said the mountain, for from me flows your purest fountain.
Set with me, said the moon, my power makes the oceans swoon.
Wish with me, said the stars, I bring you light, from near and far.
Sing with me, said the universe, I am the chorus, you are the verse.

Becoming that all, that our spirit can be.
Filling our sails, with a wind that is free.
Living just for each moment,
like waves on the shore.
Loving all the bright things,
we were taught to abhor.
Passing wisdom – not judgment,
from our shared jeweled throne,
we will guide all the others,
and find our way home.

With our will as a compass,
with truth do we steer,
over seas not so jaded,
as they did appear.
Accepting ourselves,
leads to joining all others,
who were twins at our birth,
though we shared, not our mothers.